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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:05 pm
Grif looked at the grenade land in the tuna, and stood there for a moment as Caboose ran off. "Well that's not good," he said, and quickly shoved the tuna back in the fridge. Thankfully, the fridge was a huge crappy piece of junk, and the completely unnecessarily heavy iron door gave a heave as Grif pressed himself against it. Opening back up the smoking fridge, he found the tuna well-cooked and in a fruity looking blue gel. "Ooo, that looks good." Instead of eating it, he stuck a finger in the gel and lit a match. The end of his finger blew off. As painful as it was, it was totally badass. "Hell yes! I'm gonna Tuna Bomb someone." Using his amazingly extensive knowledge of explosives (which he at first found a bit odd, considering the most knowledge he had of bombs was talking to one) to rig the tuna can to explode upon being opened. He then carefully placed it back in the fridge, and went back outside.
He came outside just behind Tex. Thinking for a moment, he remembered that skank was always throwing glowy blue grenades at everyone. Well, Grif wasn't gonna stand for that. No, sir, not today. He pulled the energy sword out, and with a kccsshh the blade went swinging into the back of her head.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:19 pm
Whyoming saw a particular colored spartan walking up to the caves to get away from the buzzing action, nows time to kick into action and scare the pants off them. "Now, mate, this how it's going to work. I want to walk alittle ways into the cave." Whyoming muttered as Doc worked his baboon butt colored armored self up the hill.
((I'm going to cover for Doc he asked me to.))
Doc was walking up the hill and he looked up at the caves and saw something moving into the caves but it was only a glance. "It was some white, i think somebody was doing something naughty" Doc said it a childish manner. "But, lets go see if thats what it was or not!" Doc continued up the small incline into the mouth of the cave than turned around and laugh jollily as Dounut's head was being kicked around by the others. Now lets continue into the cave and try to find the secrect medical equpitment i left here for special purposes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:07 pm
-She looked at Church,
"Saprised?"
Side steps Grifs attempt and goes all ninja invisable.-
"Nice try."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 11:25 pm
**((sorry i havent posted, been busy with work and very tired as of late, will try to post more often. on weekends i work longer hours, therefore more tired sad ))
Tucker goes back inside to look for his sword and hears a loud *BOOM*. He peaks around the corner to see Grif standing infront of the refrigerator and then talking about tuna bombing somebody. "what the hell....tuna bomb?" Tucker mumbles to himself as he watches Grif run back outside. Tucker walks over to the smoking fridge. DAMNIT! he exclaims to himself, "Now all the food has a blue sticky residue on it, man and i didnt even get to eat my brownies. wonder if i'll be able to get caboose to eat any of this." He makes his way outside to tell Church he cant find his sword and to talk to Caboose of when he last had it. "Man, this is really startin to piss me off, who would mess with MY sword" he thinks to himself as he walks outside. He sees Grif whip out his sword and swing at "something" but doesnt know what. "Practicing your baseball swing again Grif?" Tucker says very annoyed, pissed off, and sarcastically.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:06 pm
"Well i better go that 'special medical equiptment' i left in there." Doc said as he turned around and continued into the cave. As Doc got close to his 'special equpitment' he heard a small shuffling noise behind him.
Wyoming came up slowly behind the purple colored spartan as he got close to the weird glowing object that was laying on the floor. Wyoming hurried alittle bit so the spartan wouldn't grab that thing and might release some deadly force. He realizes the spartan heard him shuffling so Wyoming leap up behind him really quick and grabbed him so he couldn't anything to fight back. (Like Sam Fisher does you know.) "Now mate this is how we're going to go about our little tea party here. You're going to do just as i say and not fight back."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 6:28 am
Donut came out of Limbo once his timer was up and respawned back in the Red Base on the roof. Donut was now set on collecting parts from his two crashes: The Warthog and the Banshee. It was in his hopes that he could build something out of the wreckage, maybe ask Doc for help since he seemed to be pretty knowledgeable on the way things work.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 6:54 pm
"LOPEEEZ!" Shelia screamed. She started firing her machine gun. She turned around and shot a shell at Griff and Tucker.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:39 am
Caboose began to run after Sheila. "Shelia don't shoot the orange one! Just shoot Tucker instead!" He said out of hate towards Tucker. In Caboose's world, Tucker sat around all day and licked butts.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:15 pm
Donut had begun to scavenge the parts in the two wrecks that use to be a functional Warthog and a Banshee with two working wings. The Banshee still worked, but the left wing was damaged beyond Donut's little knowledge of the vehicle, but the Warthog was his pretty bad and Donut was sure especially when the engine blew up smog into his helmet visor. Donut dragged out the Banshee from the wreck and began trying to reattach the wing with bubble gum and duct tape. Good news was the radio still worked, so Donut could still listen to his music.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:25 pm
Shelia just muttered. "Yes." and looked at Caboose. "Caboose, would you like to help me?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:13 pm
Doc broke free of the white spartan's grasp and grabbed his special medical device. "I thought he was dead... I have got to tell tucker or else he'll die." Doc said while running away.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 5:12 pm
"Caboose, what the hell are you saying?!" Church shouted. He was nearly in tears from the chaos. In brief, he was overwhelmed. "Don't shoot Tucker! Wait, maybe... yes! No!" Did he really want Tucker to be killed? Hmmm... that would require some time to debate.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:37 am
Simmons kicked the head back, awaiting an order from Sarge still. He was getting bored.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 7:40 am
"I would love to help you Sheila!" Caboose said running after her. He turned around when he heard Church's voice, but he continued to run backwards. "I meant um...not to um..you know this is hard to explain. I need some crayons." He said forgetting that his gun didn't have any bullets, but was instead loaded with the small coloring tools.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:03 am
Vic out of boredom decided to contact the Blues and see what they were up to. He said his traditional, "Yo dude," and waited for a response. His voice was as annoying as always as he leaned back in his chair at command, awaiting what they would say.
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